0 comments/ 20344 views/ 0 favorites The Christmas Dinner Ch. 1 By: eleni The Christmas dinner.........Real beginnings. She awoke as usual at 6.30 am to the sound of the radio. She lay there for a few seconds, coming to suddenly, as she realised that today was the day she was at last going to meet Ken. Ken was her internet friend, they had know each other online for at least a year, becoming closer over the last few months, and at last the opportunity had come for him to be in her area overnight He was taking her to dinner! They had discussed long and hard whether they would actually sleep together, but decided to treat the occasion as nothing more than old friends meeting for dinner...........if anything else happened between them it would be a bonus. This way neither of them had any pressure put upon them to sleep with the other if the chemistry wasn't right...............but the possibility was there making her feel nervous and excited at the same time...............anticipation..........the better part of the meal, as they say. She got out of bed and made her way downstairs to the kitchen to put the kettle on. While it was boiling she went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, 'Oh my God she thought, good job ken can't see me this morning!'. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, then went and made tea for herself and her husband. She sat in the front room smoking a cigarette and drinking her tea as her husband used the shower, feeling not a little nervous and guilty, but she had a lot of preparations to make before that evening which would keep her busy. The next couple of hours were taken up with giving the children breakfast, making lunches and doing her house work, but the evening to come was always on her mind.......would it be ok? Would they like each other? Would he find her attractive in the flesh? This was somehow more important to her than whether she felt the same about him. She had become very fond of him through their long chats - she had missed him terribly while he had been on his annual holiday with his wife - perhaps more than she had the right to or would care to admit. She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind........after all they had agreed that at least they would have a nice 'date' no matter what the outcome.. After she had seen the children off to school she switched on her computer, she knew he wouldn't be signed in as he had already left home for his business trip to London, but he may have had time to mail her before he left. She wasn't disappointed........he had sent her a nice e-mail telling her how much he was looking forward to seeing her that evening and he verified the details of the time and place they had arranged to meet......The Quays Restaurant at 7 pm, he was staying at the Premier Lodge next door. She got herself ready and drove herself to the High Street where she had a few last minute things to buy......a tanning towel to top her tan up, a new lipstick and some nail polish. She looked at her hands, she would give herself a manicure that after noon, she had managed to keep her nails a reasonable length considering her job wasn't conducive to having perfect talons. Back home she went to her bedroom to check the outfit she planned to wear.........she had deliberated over this.........she knew he would prefer her to wear a skirt, but as she normally only wore a skirt when she went to dinner with her husband she would have to wear trousers as not to arouse his suspicions, but she felt more herself in trousers anyway, and it was important to her that she felt she looked her best. She had already bought and secreted a new set of underwear, cream which would flatter her skin tone, pretty but (she hoped) sexy..........she knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help thinking that they might sleep together that night, and was preparing as if it were a foregone conclusion. She was wearing her red velvet flared trousers with a white pullover shirt, black fringed belt and short high heeled black boots.......smart but comfortable, and pretty trendy! She decided. She took her boots downstairs to give them a polish, then sat doing her nails while thinking about her reasons for doing what she was about to do, dinner alone would constitute unfaithfulness, never mind anything else that may ensue that evening. She had found the chat room where she had met ken quite by chance, and enjoyed the banter, and of course the attention and flattery she got, but that was as far as it went. She could have met men three times a day seven days a week if she was inclined to do so, but not only wasn't that her style, or what she was looking for when she had started chatting, she had never met anyone who interested her mentally, most of the men she spoke too were crude and base, assuming using a chat room meant you were sex starved and 'looking for fun' as they often so succinctly put it. But Ken was different, they had a few laughs in the room when they first met, then had a few chats on messenger as he had lived in the same part of London that she had come from, so they had some common ground Then one day he had disappeared, and it later transpired that he had lost his messenger contacts, then some months later he had appeared in the room again, they spoke and.......well somehow it had led to this. They had discussed a mutual interest in BD/SM, exchanged stories and even started writing a book together. This led to them discussing their fantasies, and role playing as 'Aramis and Eleni' they had cybered, and she hoped this didn't make things embarrassing for them, when they met, but somehow she didn't think so as he seemed to find her openness refreshing, and after all they were both adult enough and intelligent enough to know the difference between the cyber and real world, and also that it was just fun and insignificant in the scale of things. At first she had thought him quite 'stiff', reserved and formal, but as he began opening up towards her and began to explain his true feelings she had gradually warmed towards him. So why meet him then? If she were honest with herself, the thought of being with another man excited her, maybe she was lacking real attention, she felt that although her husband loved her he perhaps didn't pay her enough real attention and didn't appreciate her. Although their sex life was fine it was often sporadic, she making most of the moves, trying to spice things up with nice underwear and new ideas.........perhaps the truth was he took her for granted, assuming that all wives were like her, but if only she could tell him about the husbands of middle aged women (Ken included) whom she had spoken to, then he would realise how wrong he was. Besides she had never found him sexually attractive and couldn't bring herself to even kiss him, passion........ that's what she would really like to feel, her stomach turning over with the thrill of it all, kissing and holding, some real sensuality both given and received things she had almost (but not quite) forgotten about, and also a little romance she smiled to herself, she knew nothing could ever come of it, but well all women like a little romance don't they? So the afternoon passed until the children came home and she gave them an early tea at 5 pm It was time for her to start getting ready as her husband wanted to leave at 6.30 so he could get back for a drink and a kebab, she wasn't worried that he would be suspicious as he always dropped her off when she was meeting her friends from work, it was only her pangs of guilt making her feel paranoid that he would suspect what she was (potentially), about to do. She ran the shower, taking with her a fresh razor and her special body wash. She shampooed her hair, and shaved herself while her conditioner was soaking in. She shaved her armpits, legs and between her legs, praying she wouldn't get 'razor rash', 'maybe I should have used hair remover', she thought to herself, 'well too late now!'. She washed herself with the body wash and scrubmit, at least her skin would be soft she laughed to herself, she felt like a teenager embarking on her first date, certainly not a middle aged mother of four! She got out of the shower, wrapping her hair in a towel and another around her body, she applied moisturiser then went upstairs to her bed room. She sat in front of the dressing table, applied mousse and began to blow dry her hair. She hoped it would behave for once, she'd had a trim two weeks ago and applied a colour the previous day, so there wasn't much more she could do! Then she applied her body lotion, yes, her skin did feel soft, that's one saving grace she thought, and as long as the lights were low she should pass muster......she was terribly worried about disappointing him though she knew these thoughts were irrational, he had reassured her God knows how many times. She also reminded herself again that perhaps they wouldn't get on, and have no chemistry between them at all, but deep down she didn't think this was likely, they would be friends at least.. Going downstairs again she paused to pour herself a glass of wine to calm her nerves, 5.40 pm, plenty of time she thought as she entered the bathroom again, she didn't like getting ready in a rush, getting ready carefully was part of the ritual she enjoyed. Pushing her hair back from her face she carefully applied her make-up, funnily enough they had never discussed his preferences , but she knew what suited her so went through her normal routine. It was still a little early to get dressed so she tidied the kitchen chatting with the children as she did so, enquiring about their plans for the evening. She went back up stairs to get dressed, took the new underwear from the drawer and stood looking at herself wearing it, thinking what a shame it was that if she did undress for him things would be spoiled a little by the marks her trousers would make around her waist. She mentally chided herself, she should not be making assumptions and there wasn't much wrong with her anyway, everyone has some insecurities, even super models! She got dressed and went downstairs as her husband walked in asking her if she was nearly ready, he was obviously eager to drop her off so he could enjoy his own evening, and she didn't blame him for that, at least he would have a few pints and drop off to sleep by ten so he wouldn't stay awake fretting about where she was. She finished her hair, applied her lipstick then packed her bag with essentials for the evening, make up, money, cigarettes, keys and mobile phone, although no one would ring her. She put on her long black jacket, kissed the children goodbye, then they were off............the big day had arrived at last, she felt a little surreal, it wouldn't feel real until she actually met him she thought. To be cont'd /..... The Christmas Dinner Ch. 2 She got out of the car outside of 'The Chicago Rock Cafe', where she was meeting her 'friends', she cheerfully said goodbye to her husband and gaily said 'don't wait up!' before making her way inside. The place was fairly quiet as it was still early, a group of men obviously out on a stag night were standing at the bar with a blow up rubber doll.....she smiled at them and one of them smiled back at her as she ordered a small glass of wine. She looked at the clock, 6.45pm, time for the drink and to steady her nerves. She took her drink to a table by the window and sat watching the evening revelers making their way to the UCI cinema, Hollywood bowl and the various restaurants. 6.55pm.........she finished her wine and made her way to the ladies where she looked in the mirror, checked her hair and make up and decided it was time for the short walk past the lake to The Quays, she didn't like being late, it would only be a few minutes past 7pm when she arrived. It was chilly as she walked, she hoped her nose wasn't getting red, she actually felt quite relaxed now, the glass of wine helping, she wondered if he would be sitting where he could see her enter without her seeing him, or if he would be at the bar......she hoped it was the latter. The Quays came into view, the lights from inside welcoming , she stood outside for a few moments looking at the bar through the windows, but she didn't spot anyone likely to be him.......she tidied her hair with her fingers, took a deep breath thought 'here goes!' and went in through the door. Her eyes scanned the bar from left to right, the place was quite busy being the Christmas Party Season, she had come here last year with her work friends, then she saw him off to the left, smiled and went towards him, he was standing at the bar nursing a glass of wine. 'Hi!' she said smiling at him,' hi yourself!' he replied kissing her on her cheek, his hands on her shoulders, she felt a little flustered but tried not to show it. 'Drink?' He asked ' same as you!' she said. She studied him as he turned to the bar to place the order, 'well he seems quite cool!' She thought,' wonder if he feels the same inside?' Drinks ordered he asked her if she would like to sit down, so they managed to find a reasonably quiet corner table. She asked him how the journey was and if his meeting had been successful, the small talk necessary to relax them both, she thought she was talking a little too fast and too brightly.............nerves she thought, get a grip girl! Halfway through the drink she felt more comfortable, he seemed relaxed too, well at least he didn't look like he wanted to escape which must be a good sign! By the time they had their second drink she felt much more confident, and decided to take the conversation up a level saying that she had been looking forward to meeting him and now she was here she was glad that they had met at last. He smiled at her in agreement........'yes, I think he likes me!' She thought, she certainly liked him anyway, as she knew she would. It was 8pm now, time for dinner, she had decided on Frankie and Benny's as the atmosphere was good and they played all the old songs they would both like.........it was a bit risky going there as she might meet someone she knew, but she was prepared to bluff if she did. As they walked back the way she had come they talked about the area and things in general, it seemed to be going well so far. Dinner was a great success, they sang along to the tunes, had a nice if unsophisticated meal, shared a bottle of wine, even flirted a little.. ...... he dropped in a few 'Aramis and Eleni' gags which caused her to blush a little. When she got up to visit the ladies she could feel his eyes on her .............'I wonder if he fancies me?' She thought............'I wonder if he wonders if I fancy him!!!!!!!! ' She giggled to herself.....'well we will both find out before long'. She studied her self in the mirror, reapplied her lipstick, and told herself he should consider himself lucky to be with her! A confidence building trick she used which helped her when she was feeling a little unsure of herself. They left at 10.pm, as they walked back past the Chicago Rock, she said 'Come on! I'll show you Essex Girls having fun!'. 'Ok'! he laughed, as she took his arm and led him inside. The bar was busy but she headed straight for it, and insisted on buying him a nightcap. She choose baileys while he decided on a brandy. The place was full of diners and singles on the lookout, the dance floor was awash with dancers having fun as the video screen played to the beat of the music. They made their way through the thong to the edge of the dance floor. Then came a slow dance..........'Always and forever'....... she couldn't remember who sang it, but it had featured in a text message he had sent her some time ago. She gave him a knowing little smile, and putting her drink down on the nearest table she took his hand and led him onto the floor. They each put an arm around one anothers waist and he held her hand against his shoulder. As they found one anothers rhythm he pulled her closer, she tightened her arm around him, his mouth against her hair, she turned her head slightly against his cheek then pulled back slightly, he pulled back at the same time, looked her in the eyes then bent and softly brushed her lips with his before looking at her once more and then again he pulled her tightly to him, they held eachother with both arms now..........she now realised the outcome was inevitable. She smiled to herself as the dance ended and he took her hand and led her back to the table where they had left their drinks. 'I haven't danced like that for an age' he said, 'nor me' she replied , 'shall we go?' He asked her, she nodded her agreement and he led her out into the cold December night. They walked back alongside the lake his arm around her shoulder, hers around his waist in companionable silence, it was still only 10.35 pm She wondered if he would take her back to the Quays bar or to his room? Would he ask her what she wanted to do or take the lead? As the pub came into view once more he stopped and turned her towards him, she caught her breath as he brushed her hair away from her face and tilted her chin upwards towards his face, as he kissed her softly again she wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing that he was seeking an answer to his unasked question through her response. She parted her lips for him, her tongue tentatively seeking his, they stood there as the kiss deepened, both their passions beginning to rise......they broke away both slightly breathless as they both, by unspoken agreement made their way towards his room. To be cont'd /.............. The Christmas Dinner Ch. 3 He entered the room before her, switching on the light just inside the door. The room was small but nicely furnished and cosy, a double bed, dressing table and tea/coffee making facilities on a side table, a bathroom off to the right 'Excuse me' she smiled as she made her way towards it. Once inside she let out a deep breath , and leaned on the sink looking at herself in the mirror, 'it will be fine', she told herself, 'he wouldn't be here if he didn't like you, he's not that shallow'. She used the toilet, wiped herself carefully, washed her hands, tidied her hair, then taking a deep breath went out into the room. He was standing by the window watching the world go by through a gap he had made in the curtains. He looked up and smiled at her, 'come here' he said with a small laugh. She walked towards him, removing her jacket and dropping it along with her bag on a chair. He put his arms around her, 'Look we don't have to do anything you don't want to, it doesn't matter I've had a great evening'. He obviously sensed her nervousness. 'Well the same applies to you ' she laughed. She bent and took off her boots then stood before him feeling like a small child. He held out his arms and once more she went into them willingly. They stood there for some moments just hugging, enjoying the closeness, there was no rush they had a few hours left to be with one another. She broke away and went to switch off the light, leaving the bathroom door open so there was enough light to see each other by, she knew he knew she was a little shy and wouldn't be surprised by this. She went back to him , put her arms around his neck and kissed him, stroking the back of his neck she felt a small shiver run through him. With one hand he held her between her shoulder blades, pressing her hard against his body, the other ran up and down her arm before coming up and cupping the side of her face in his palm. Her stomach lurched, not unpleasantly. 'Yes' she thought, this is how it should be. She broke off the kiss and stepped back a little..... she wanted to feel his skin. Looking into his eyes she began to slowly unbutton his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest , down down, until she reached his firm stomach. His hands came under the back of her shirt and he began to caress the bare skin of her waist and back, his thumbs trailed down her sides brushing the edges of her breasts encased in lace. The last button undone she pulled his shirt aside and out of his trousers, a hand of her own went round him to feel the smoothness of his back the other feeling the hair and muscles of his chest, her thumbs brushing his nipples as she went. He took the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, in reply she removed his shirt and dropped it next to his on the floor. She undid her belt then unfastened her trouser button and lowered the zip, then reached out and did the same to his before placing her hands on his hips, he mirrored her actions and as she slipped his trousers over his hips he did the same with hers. She stepped out of them and stood before him trembling slightly. He looked at her for a few long moments, eyes roaming up and down her body before they rose up to meet her eyes, he stepped out of his own trousers before once again pulling her towards him. He kissed her fiercely, his hands running down her body from shoulders to buttocks, she felt him in the same way he was feeling her, she could feel his hardness against her stomach which was fluttering madly with excitement and anticipation. His hands paused to undo the clasp of her bra, she stiffened slightly, she was conscious of her breasts left soft and drooping by years of pregnancy and breast feeding, but he knew all of this so she determined to stand before him proudly. Her bra fell away exposing her already stiffening nipples, she pressed her self against him again enjoying the nakedness of their flesh, so warm. He brought his hand round and began to stroke her breast, she shivered as his thumb brushed against her nipple and breathed deeply as he took it between his finger and thumb and began to roll it , she kissed his shoulder as she felt sensations rise from the pit of her stomach. He led her to the bed. Pulling back the covers he lay on the crisp white sheets and held out his hand to her, she climbed in beside him, side by side they wrapped their arms around one another, kissing and caressing each other, shoulders, backs, thighs, both their breathing becoming heavier and heavier. He pushed her onto her back, leant over her and took a nipple in his mouth, his hand playing with the other, she sighed deeply a moan escaping from her lips, she relaxed and simply enjoyed the feeling of this mans lips and fingers teasing and pleasing her, while she stroked his hair. His lips left her nipple to be replaced with his other hand, he began to move slowly down the bed kissing her flesh as he moved downwards towards her stomach. Then his hands trailed down her sides, reaching her hips he placed his hands under them and stroked and kneaded gently whilst kissing her pubis over her lace thong, her hips moved upwards involuntarily as his thumbs caught in the sides of the thong. He pulled it slowly over her hips, leaving her naked before him for the first time. He gently put his hand between her thighs , she parted them willingly for him, shy, but longing for the touch of his lips and tongue. He kissed her inner thigh as a finger traced up and down her lips, so softly and gently her excitement increasing with every stroke. She knew she was wet, his finger gently parting her entrance confirming this as she felt him draw the wetness from her, using it to moisten her lips and then..... 'Oh God!' she thought as his moist finger at last found her swollen clitoris. He placed his finger on the swollen bud and pressed gently, her hips began to squirm as he rubbed round and round first in one direction then the other. Her legs parted wider as his tongue followed where his fingers had been, licking up and down each lip in turn, higher her hips rose as at last his tongue touched her most sensitive spot. He moved and lay between her parted legs, took her buttocks in his hands as she wrapped her legs around his neck, her hands on his head urging him on. She began to move against his expert tongue as he took her clitoris between his lips and began to suck, softly and first, then harder, varying the suction until he began to feel her quiver. She grasped his head , close to orgasm now, moaning and panting she gave into the glorious sensations as the waves of her orgasm rose from the pit of her womb. When at last her orgasm finally subsided, she pulled him up towards her, he lay between her legs and kissed her tenderly, she could feel him, so hard against her, his obvious excitement thrilling her all over again. Taking his shoulder she gently pushed him onto his back and wriggled out from beneath him, kneeling between his legs it was now her turn to see him in all his naked glory. She pulled down his boxer shorts lifting the front to free his erection, then lay full length upon him enjoying the feeling of him on her stomach. She kissed him, his hands roaming up and down her back, over her buttocks and thighs, she scooted back until she knelt before him again, her hands tracing the lines of his body, his chest, his arms, her fingers teasing his nipples as he had teased hers as she bent to kiss his bare chest, his hands playing in her hair. She moved further down until she reached his stomach, his breath rising faster now, she could feel him, so hard under her chin...... she guessed he would not be able to hold back his orgasm for very long. She lifted her head and moved further back down the bed, placed her hands on his thighs her thumbs massaging his groin, she bent her head and began to lick at his scrotum. His hips strained upwards as she gently placed a hand under his balls, so tight now, she lifted them and sucked them into her mouth in turn. She moved a hand and firmly enclosed his hardness, feeling it throb beneath her hand, her mouth leaving his balls she began to lick along it's length. Up and down she licked, flicking the head teasingly with her tongue until she felt it would be cruel to leave him wanting the feel of her lips any longer. She ran her tongue around his swollen head, tasting the saltiness of his pre cum glistening in the half light. Taking his head between her lips she began to suck, her tongue darting in and out of and then lingering in his urethra, his hands now pushing her head onto him his hips rising, moans of pleasure now escaping his lips. She ran her hands up and down his shaft, pulling faster now as she sucked and licked ..... 'Helen'.......he said.............obviously wanting to warn her he was about to come......in reply she gently placed a hand on his chest pushing him back down onto the bed. She put a hand underneath his buttocks and kneaded while stroking and sucking and licking faster and faster until, with a guttural moan, he thrust his hips upwards several times until she tasted the sticky sweetness of him in her mouth. She sucked and licked him tenderly feeling him die within her mouth , when he was finally spent they lay in each others arms kissed and held one another, feeling sated and happy To be continued... The Christmas Dinner Ch. 4 12.15am She lay contentedly in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest and her arm around his neck, she thought this was so nice - after she had sex with her husband they just turned over and went to sleep, not in an unfriendly way, it was just the way they were. He had his arms around her and he stroked her hair, there didn't seem to be any need for words. After a while his breathing slowed and she guessed he was asleep. She carefully disentangled her self from his embrace and reaching down picked up his shirt which she put on as she made her way to the bathroom, pausing to switch on the kettle. She took her cigarettes and went into the bathroom where she sat on the toilet and reflected quietly about what she had just done. How did she feel? Guilt? Well, not exactly, she knew it was wrong, knew how much it would hurt her husband........if he found out the ricochet effect would hurt her children too. But, she reasoned, they would never find out, no one knew except her and Ken and he had no intention of destroying his marriage either. In fact maybe he would be happier now and this would have a beneficial effect when he went home. Was this all nonsense, and just her way of trying to justify things......well who knew? One thing she was sure of was that she had no regrets, her philosophy was that it was HER body, used by a man she didn't really love for 20 years, used to produce and nourish her children.......maybe it was time to reclaim it as her own at last. She came out of her reverie and washed herself in the sink, her makeup was smudged, her hair disheveled. 'A wanton woman! 'She laughed to herself. She returned to the room where he was now awake and sitting up. 'Sorry' he smiled, 'I must have dropped off!' 'That's ok' she replied, 'you've had a long day, coffee?'. She sat on the edge of the bed drinking her coffee and smoking a cigarette while he drank his, when he asked her how she felt she smiled and said she was fine, he paid her some compliments which she found hard to accept, but received them graciously anyway. She put her cup down and as she turned back towards him he caught her wrists and pulled her over the bed towards him, they kissed, his shirt, which she was still wearing fell open allowing her breasts to touch his chest as once again she found herself tingling with excitement. She slipped off the shirt and climbed in beside him, they lay facing each other head to head, toe to toe, her leg slipping between his as his hands roamed her body once more. They stroked each other, each available inch of skin, slowly and sensuously, the rush of first passion giving way to tender love making. She felt him rise against her belly, her hand reached down to hold and fondle him stroking him slowly to full hardness. He bent and kissed and licked her breasts. taking the hard excited nipples between his teeth and biting gently as she moaned softly against his hair. His hands stroked her belly, her thighs, her buttocks, each touch causing her to catch her breath so exhilarating it was........not knowing where he would touch her next. As his hand reached her pubic bone she slowly opened her legs for him as he cupped her and pressed, his fingers sliding under her. He slowly drew his fingers from back to front, she gasped and held his erection tighter, her fingers playing over his head around the sensitive ridge of skin causing him to emit a low moan of his own. He ran his fingers over her lips, teased the whole of her until she felt she could stand no more. When his fingers reached her clitoris her hips strained upwards as he began to open her lips wider with his fingers. She moved her position......still on her side she slipped one leg under him then the other over him. She leant back, they had full access to each others bodies, he continued playing with her, her breath coming in gasps now she held him near her wet entrance and taking the wetness from herself rubbed it all over his bulging head. He groaned, she turned onto her back pulling him with her in one smooth movement. He was poised above her now, he looked deep into her eyes, she savoured the moment.....the special moment that can never be repeated when two become one for the first time. He bent his head and kissed her softly as he began to sink slowly into her. She gasped and threw her head back, she loved to be filled like this, they both lay still for a moment enjoying the closeness until as one they began to slowly rock with each other. Her hands stroked him from his shoulders to the backs of his thighs, then slowly up again, she kissed his shoulder reaching up to touch his face. She locked one leg around his waist, the other around the back of his thigh, moving with him, pulling him in deeper with her hands on his buttocks. He had one arm around her neck, kissing her face, her eyes, before bending to take her nipple in his mouth. He sucked, she moaned. Her pace quickening, hips rotating extracting every last drop of pleasure. She was about to come.......couldn't hold back, she knew he would wait for her and knew he was struggling to hold back himself . With a cry she locked both legs around his back, she threw her head back grabbed the sheets, clenching her fists as the first wave hit her. She nearly screamed...........this was so strong, her arms reached up, her hands locked around his neck as she writhed beneath him, she was still coming as he finally thrust hard into her, again and again and again, she felt his seed hit her cervix, her contracting vagina in rhythm with the pumping of his semen. It took an age for them both to come down, he moved within her even though his orgasm had ended, beautiful to feel him slowly soften inside her. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her fiercely, she kissed him back and held him tight, horrified to realise a tear was trickling down her face, it had been so emotional for her. He felt the wetness on her cheek and gently brushed it away with his thumb, she smiled at him, he turned and pulled her close to him and she lay there with her face buried in his neck. No need for words their bodies had said it all for them. She thought about what would happen next......would he ever want to see her again? Would they ever have the opportunity? Did he really like her? Questions she couldn't ask, shouldn't ask. She knew that they would find it easier to talk via the computer... . ..the medium which had brought them together and would keep them together as long as both or either of them wanted it. 1.30am The sound of late night revelers filtered through from the slightly open window, reminding her that she would have to go soon, this night must end like all others. She wished it could last forever, but knew reality would come with the dawn. She half sat and leant over him kissing him with regret. 'I have to go', she said quietly. He reluctantly let her go, 'stay there', she said, 'I don't want you to come down with me, I hate goodbyes'. He squeezed her hand as she went to get dressed, pausing to retrieve her hastily discarded clothes. She washed, repaired her make up and hair, and went back to the room where he was sitting up in the bed, seemingly in quiet reflection. 'Helen'.........he began. She sat next to him on the bed and silenced him with one last kiss. 'Don't say a word.....we will talk tomorrow'. She put on her jacket and checked that she had everything safely in her bag, before turning to him. Smiling bravely she gave him a small wave. She opened the door and looked back for the last time regretfully before shutting the door quietly and going out once more into the cold December night. The End xxxxx